Mu Cong raised his hand and wiped his forehead.
He stole a glance at Hui Zhen, afraid that the old woman would see through him. However, Hui Zhen's expression was calm. He could not tell what she was thinking at all.
Since his son had already said so, Mu Kun could only nod in agreement.
Hui Zhen said a few more words of concern before leaving.
Mu Kun even thought that the reason Hui Zhen came personally to see his son was because she thought highly of his son and wanted to promote him.
After sending Hui Zhen off, he was about to praise Mu Cong when he saw Mu Cong's pale face and sweat. Mu Kun was a little worried. "What's wrong? Are you sick? Why didn't you say so earlier? Why didn't you see a doctor? You look like you've lost your soul."
Mu Cong's expression turned ugly. "Father, you can tell that I don't look right?"
Mu Kun frowned. "You're like a sneaky thief. Anyone can tell it at a glance."
